"Whatever is funny is subversive, every joke is ultimately a custard pie....

A dirty joke is...a sort of mental revolution."

George Orwell [1903-1950]

haaaaaaaaay...

Yesterday's Failures
by Owen Jones

At the end
you see it clear,
in retrospect
from the rear.

It all adds
up to nothing,
more or less
the same.

Achievement
becomes a word,
lost like the
rose with no name.

Naked we
stand at last,
nothing to win
or lose.

When allthats is left,
is an option
not to choose.

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hwaaaaaaaa BAGSAK amp!!!

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huwaAaaAaAAhhhh!!!

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hahahahhahahhaha...ala lng

departmentaaaaal!!!

hwaaaa!!! departmental na bukas!!!!

todo CRAM!!!

yoko magMEMORIZE!

mga P!@#$%^&* asarr!! dami pnpbasa!!! bwct!

o...tingin mo?

wahahahaahhahahahahahaha

HwaAaAaaaaAAaa.....

ang hirap ng exam sa lit!!! SuBRa!!

kamote nnman...huhu

ang kyut!

wahahahahhahahahahhahaha...

hoping...wishing...dreaming...

srap m2log...

sna pumasa aq sa acctg!!! 6 units un!!!

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nabliw nah...

exams na bukas!!!!

"The quality of a person's life is in direct
proportion to their commitment
to excellence, regardless of their
field of endeavor..."

hwaaaaaaa....exams na bukas!!!!

"The first barrier to study is not having the real thing there that you are studying about."

WALA NANG ARAL ARAL!!! HArHaR hAr!!

just shoot me...

bang! bang! you're dead!!!

Just Me

by Tom Krause

"From the time I was little, I knew I was great

'cause the people would tell me, "You'll make it - just wait."

But they never did tell me how great I would be

If I ever played someone who was greater than me.

When I'm in the back yard, I'm king with the ball

To swish all those baskets is no sweat at all.

But all of a sudden there's a defender in my face

Who doesn't seem to realize that I'm king of this place.

So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.

My passes to teammates could go through the wall.

My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.

My hand is not steady; my eye is not pure.

The fault is my teammates - they don't understand.

The fault is my coaches - what a terrible plan.

The fault is the call by the blind referee.

But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see.

Then finally it hit me when I started to see

That the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.

It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball,

and it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall.

That face in the mirror that was always so great

Had some room for improvement instead of just hate.

So I stopped blaming others and I started to grow.

My play got much better and it started to show.

And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad.

I learned to depend on the good friends I had.

Now I like myself better since I started to see

That I was lousy being great - I'm much better being me."

it's raining..it's pouring...

S M I L E!!!

WahaHaAAhahahaAhaha....

.......baliw amp!